♥ In The Name Of The Moon! ♥ Schoolkid RESULTS! PG 57!

[DesertedDreams]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Name: Trinity Adams

Nicknames: Trin (but she would really just prefer her whole name)

Age: 17

Birthday: January 21

Sign: Aquarius

Blood Type: O

Fav. Food: Steamed Broccoli, Salad, Chocolate Fudge Brownies

Hated Food: Chicken, fish, strawberry preserves

School: Crystal Academy (her parents attempt to put her back on the 'right path', however she doesn't seem to mind)

Hobbies:

Shopping: What kind of girl doesn't like shopping? Especially when they have parents who will pay for it all no questions asked?

Music: Trinity is the kind of girl who likes nothing better than to find new, interesting music to listen to, or just listen to the older favorites. She has a massive music collection and is seldom seen outside of class without her headphones on. Just please don't ask her to sing herself, no one deserves that punishment.

Jewelry Making: A good percentage of the jewelry that Trinity wears is actually made by her own hands, and she's actually quite good at it although she's never considered selling any of it. She mostly works with premade metal pieces and hand-worked leather, but occasionally she gets a chance to try her hand at casting her own silver and she loves it.


Gemstone: Amethyst

Virtues:

Laid Back: Trinity is very good at just taking insults and road-blocks and just going with them, a smile on her face. She doesn't seem to really care what the other girls say to or about her; however she doesn't like to hear any slander about those she would call friends.

Helpful: While not the type to completely inconvenience herself for the sake of others, she does like to offer her aid to those who could use it. She keeps to a strong 'no handouts' policy, however; so don't expect her to just give you something for the sake of it.

Sticks to her Morals: Never one to compromise what she believes for the sake of others; she may not try and force you to see things her way, but she probably won't bend if she feels something is wrong in any way.

Flaws:

Naive: There's harmless innocence, and then there's just being flat out oblivious and Trinity definitely has a strong leaning towards the latter. She just can't seem to read emotions or reactions that vary from what she expects and it can definitely get under some peoples skin. She probably won't get why the other party is irritated, though.

Proud: Although she seems to get that she's not the best at everything, she has a hard time just admitting she can't and handing a task off to a more appropriate party. She does seem to be able to judge when flight is better than fighting, however.

Material: Although she doesn't dress to impress herself, Trinity often finds herself judging others on their appearances. She tends to shy away from those who are dirty or obviously poor or not so well off.

Hypocritical: Like most people, she holds a strong dislike for those who hold the same flaws at her, often times using said flaw as her reason for this dislike. If her hypocrisy is pointed out, she'll vehemently deny it.


Physical Description:

Hair: White blonde with a violet under-layer; worn loose around her shoulders; just below shoulder length with slight layering; bangs are pushed to the left of her face and fall to just under her eyes; her bangs have no purple in them.

Eyes: Blue-grey and a rather open, round shape.

Face: A long, heart shape; smooth and somewhat pale, she has a few light freckles across her nose. She also sports a piercing in her right eyebrow and on the left side of her lower lip, but she hardly wears them anymore.

Body: Medium height with a body type on the lanky side of average; she's reasonably in shape but nothing extraordinary.

Fashion: She usually just wears her uniform like a good girl; dark shoes, pretty stockings, minimal jewelry. Outside of school? Dark, ribbed tank tops, dark gray jeans, black converse, heavy on the jewelry and accessories (such as rings, necklaces, bracelets and wristbands, and belts).


THE STORY ENTRY

Halloween had never been one of Trinity's favorite holidays, every single creep in the entire city seemed to believe this was the night to prowl, disguised by the innocent kids and parents making their way from home to home. It made her wonder slightly why she was out wandering about on this night of all, it was practically begging for trouble of some sort especially considering she had long since wandered away from the lights of the busier streets.

Wandering down yet another meandering side street, she let her mind drift off slightly, considering the homework she still had to do once she got back to her room and which of the new CD's coming out this week she wanted to get. As her mind was otherwise occupied, it really shouldn't have come as a surprise to her when she tripped over something heavy and pitched forward. Landing with a lovely variety of not so nice words, she kicked her foot free and turned to sit properly so that she could both see what it was that was in her path and how badly damaged her now smarting palms and elbows were.

After brushing the small amounts of dirt and debris from the cuts on her arms, she turned to attention more fully to the roadblock, feeling her heart seize in her chest when she saw the unconscious and bloody face of what appeared to be a teenage boy not much older than her.

Moving forward she studied him more closely, but making sure to stay far enough away not to touch him again. After a moment of surveying him from afar, she noted with growing apprehension that she knew the uniform like outfit he was wearing; she had seen it on the news although she couldn't quite recall what exactly it meant, just that they had said to call the cops should they be spotted.

Looking down at the broken face and crumpled body, she came to the conclusion that no matter what the news had said, she couldn't call the cops on him with a clear conscience. She, however, had no medical training and couldn't really do much... but calling an ambulance would probably land him with the cops anyways... but it was her best option, really.

Reaching into her bag, she dug around for a moment, letting out a noise of triumph as she pulled her sleek, black cell phone from it's place. Flipping the device open, she hesitated only a moment more before dialing the emergency number and put the phone to her ear. It didn't take long before she was patched through to a rather friendly and calm operator.

"I need an ambulance, right away..."

[StarieMichie]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Name: Erika Knox

Nicknames: SLUT! Or at least that's what the other girls at school call her, but they're just jealous bitches.

Age: Depends on who's asking. She's been "22" for four years running now. (actually 17)

Birthday: June 14

Sign: Gemini

Blood Type: O-

Fav. Food: Manmeat Zima

Hated Food: Horseradish

School: Medowview

Hobbies:
Washing her cherry red Mustang -- Taking out the hose. Spraying it everywhere. Using a dripping, sopping sponge and rubbing it all over the car. Oh baby, now that's a good time.

Stealing -- Whether it's swiping overpriced bracelets from mall jewelry stores, or taking the credit card out of her mom's wallet, Erika has fun stealing. After all, sometimes her sugar daddies don't always buy her what she wants.

Sexy fun time -- You don't need to worry about crossing "that line" with Erika in bed. Top geological surveyors have yet to find "that line", but they speculate that it's somewhere between "Antarctica" and "monkeys".

Gemstone: Pearl

Virtues:

Elephant's Memory -- She always remembers her great aunt's birthday. Also, she remembers every gift she's ever gotten, who it was from, and what the current dew point was on the day she received it. This girl is like a sponge for little things like that. You might want to avoid playing Trivial Pursuit with her.

Good in bed -- Erika is a great lay. She knows it; her partners know it. A lot of people around Destiny City know it (word gets around). She's had enough practice at it that she's almost to cougar-level in the sack. That trick you saw in a porno? Yeah, she knows that one too.

Flaws:
Womanizer/Maneater -- To say she chews people up and spits them out is an understatement. Erika is not picky with who she sleeps with. As long as they're hot and have money, she's all in (or rather they're all in her). When she's done with them though, she throws their little hearts on the ground and stomps on them with her size 8, red platform heel.

Dots her "i"s with hearts -- Seriously, it's annoying. The DMV isn't very keen on it either. Actually, they hate that s**t.

b***h with a Capital "B" -- Erika has one bad attitude, and she's not afraid to show it. Sure, when you have something she wants she'll be nice, but if you have the misfortune of not being on her short list of cool, prepare for the impending shitstorm.

Physical Description:

Picture. Base from here.

Hair: Jet black with dyed red tips, and worn in a short, punk-y style. Kind of like a slutty, less rocking version of Joan Jett.

Eyes: Large, round, and green, but usually surrounded by too much make up.

Face: Erika is cute, and her looks have gotten her almost everything she's wanted, but really, on a scale of 1 to 10, she polls in at about a 7.462. Also, she wears bright red lipstick, even to gatherings that really don't call for it.

Body: Thin and sleek, but full in all the right places, Erika is just perfect from the neck down. This is one of the reasons she has no shame in showing it off.

Fashion: Erika likes to look good. Sure what she thinks looks good, and what a girl her age should be wearing are two different things, but that doesn't stop her from getting all glamed and glitzed up. Her style consists of something tight combined with something short, and always in an eyecatching, bright color. And she loves fishnets. She even wears them to school to "spice up" that bland uniform they force her to wear.

THE STORY ENTRY

Erika stepped out of the black car and into the blacker night. She wiped off her face with one gloved hand, and crossed around to the driver's side of the car. With no concern for the traffic on the street, she leaned into the open window, showing the passing drivers a nice view under her short skirt.

"Thank you for the ride home, love," she said with lusty eyes and a sultry smile, "tonight was pure pleasure."

This caused the woman in the car to giggle. She wore an impressive diamond ring on her left hand, and was nearly twice Erika's age; far too old to be acting like a giddy school girl. She leaned to Erika and gave her a long, passionate kiss that sent tingles through every nerve. "No, no, darling," she replied, "I assure you that this Halloween was all my pleasure."

Erika withdrew from the window, and put her hand open-palmed where her body just was, "Trick or treat. How about something sweet to get me through the week?" The older woman scrambled to get her wallet out of her purse. She took out a twenty dollar bill, kissed it, and placed it in Erika's palm.

The bill was hastily snatched and shoved down the front of Erika's bra. Of course the bra was quickly put back on, so it was slightly crooked, but still useful as a wallet. She smiled and waved as the car window rolled back up, and the car went down the street.

As soon as the car was out of sight, her smile faded, "$20!? Cheep b***h." But the night was still young; maybe she could dial up one of her other lovers and get them to shower her with something better. Erika had her eye on this absolutely stunning dress she wanted for the Winter Festival, but she wasn't able to walk out of the store with it on under her regular clothes because it had a security tag. She had to save up and buy it.

It was chilly out, and she didn't have much on, so Erika walked down the street to the closest bar so she could warm up, and find someone to buy her a drink. She folded her arms and shivered a little each time the wind decided to gust. Clearly the weather was doing this just to spite her.

Once she got to the bar, she noticed a man hunched up outside the door. Some people didn't know how to hold their alcohol. His costume was pretty lame too; he had dressed up as one of those Negaverse terrorists she had heard about on the news. Her teeth chattered slightly as she stared at him.

"Hey drunkie!" she shouted to him, "why don't you get off the corner here and get a life?" There was no reaction. Erika looked to the left, and then to the right. No one else was around. "Time to collect the stupidity fee..." She leaned in and opened his jacket and searched for the inner pocket for a wallet, "come on, come on, come on, loser. Where do you stash the cash?"

Suddenly, his eyes popped open, and his hand gripped tightly on her arm. Erika tired to pull away while she screamed, but he held her too firm. "Let go of me you ******** a*****e!"

He gave a hearty laugh and slowly stood up, "no little girl, it's time for me to collect my stupidity fee..,"

Thankfully, Erika knew how to handle such a situation, and kicked him as hard as she could in the testicles. He let go of her, and put both of his hands to the point of impact and bent over in extreme pain. Not wasting any time, she ran into the bar.

Once inside, she looked for the biggest guy she could find. He was more of a wall than a man, and looked like he could beat anyone in the room. It wasn't hard for her to turn on the waterworks, because she really was frightened. Men are such suckers for crying women.

"Oh mister," she said dramatically, "please help me! There's this man outside, and, and he hit me and I think he wants to rape me. Please help!" Erika was sure to lean forward slightly to show of her ample breasts.

"You stay there, lady, I'll take care of him."

The man got up off his barstool, and slammed the rest of his beer. Some people just need liquid courage to work.

Erika waited, and waited. Minutes seemed like forever, and that guy hadn't come back in yet. She rolled her eyes and went outside to check on him. Maybe he was just enjoying beating that creepy guy up a little too much.

She pushed open the smoke-stained door, and went outside. But she didn't see what she was hoping to see. Instead she saw the man from the bar laying on the ground, his open eyes black and soulless. "Oh no..." the stammer caused her lips to quiver with worry, "I need to get out of here."

With that, Erika bolted down the street running like she never had before. Usually, she would have tried to flag a ride home, but she didn't know if it was safe to talk to anyone, not with a killer in the area. Her heels pounded the pavement, blistering, burning, sending pain up her legs and to her spine. Never had she been so frightened before. This Halloween had delivered her quite the trick.

[ThePhantomNightmare]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Name: Annika D'Oil -Means 'sweet-faced'

Nicknames: Ann, Anni, Na na to close friends

Age: 16

Birthday: April 24. 1993

Sign: Taurus

Blood Type: AB Positive

Fav. Food: Ramen, Spaghetti, Gummi Bears, Candy Corn, Chicken, Steak, the list goes on.

Hated Food: All vegtables except carrots and cucumbers.

School: Meadowview

Hobbies: Doodling- While Annika's not a hard core artist, she certainly does love to doodle down the sides of her homework. It varies between elegant designs to sophisticated stick figures.

Singing- She absolutely loves to sing. Neither the best singer, nor the worst, but defiantly puts herself out there. Anni will defiantly be the first to get on stage for a karaoke trip, or randomly start singing to the songs on the radio.

Playing Dress-up- While she hasn't dressed up as a princess since it became 'uncool', she certainly does change her entire attire and pretend to be someone else. Often, this does lead to pretending, often trying to involve her friends in her games

Pretending- Whether she be a hero from another planet, or a spy on a mission, there's never a dull moment when she lets her imagination loose.

Gemstone: Red Coral

Virtues: Outgoing- Anni isn't afraid of giving things a try. She's almost always the first to volunteer for whatever, wherever, whenever.

Imaginative- She doesn't just think out of the box, she's downright creative! This often helps her create unique answers to hard-pressed situations

Resourceful- Whatever's on hand at the time of a crisis, you can be sure that Anni will make due.

Flaws: Cannot Easily handle her emotions- While she seems like a nice girl, she can't really handle/understands some of the emotions she's hit with. Her ups are really up, her lows are really low.

A little too out there- Often, she can confuse or straight-up weird out people she's talking too. Her thought process can be on a whole different level than the other persons, and may not make any sense what-so-ever.

Physical Description:

Hair: A pale purple color at about mid back length. Curled in at the ends, and side swept bangs. Small braid off to the side with a vivid green ribbon intertwined.

Eyes: A vibrant green color, wide cute-looking eyes.

Face: Oval shaped, there's a beauty mark in the corner of her left eye.

Body: Not fat nor thin, not tall nor short. Pleasantly average. Unfortunatly, average also accounts for bra size.

Fashion: Her fashion is constantly changing, but completely ignores the current trends and goes about her own style. Vibrant colors are always a plus, and currently so are sleeves that go past her knuckles and shoulderless shirts. Otherwise, there haven't been any limits.

THE STORY ENTRY

The candy bag was heavy, pleasantly heavy. Though it was sending her shoulders into waves of pain, it meant sending her taste buds into pure bliss for at least the next couple of weeks.

Ms. Annika was dressed up from head to toe, even a bald cap that didn't show a hair on her head. Save the gray fake ones arranged like a crown around her head. And seriously, being an old man for Halloween was the best! She stopped keeping track around twenty kids she'd freaked out tonight.

Her house came into view, the simple white one just down the street. Just as she felt her arms were going to fall out of their sockets, she collapsed into the cool grass of her back yard. The sweet smells of the night air and grass mixed together in a sweet fragrance, and she would have fallen asleep right there.

Except... except there was something that had missed her attention for the whole five minutes she had been face full of ground. And it was literally just two inches from her own nose. The sudden discovery of the thing made Annika jump up in surprise.

"Uwaaa!" She shouted, taking up a defensive stance. In the darkness, the thing was slow to take shape. The thing turned into a figure, the figure into a person. That person was apparently still in costume.

"Wait, that's not just a costume, that's a Sailor Scout uniform!" She whispered excitedly. She leaned down closer to the person, discovering it was a boy. Probably about her age. And he looked hurt. He groaned, and rolled over, opening his eyes and finding hers staring intently at him. He shrieked in shock, sitting up reflexively and bashing heads with poor Annika. Of course, who would want to wake up with some unknown old dude breathing in your face?

"Ow ow ow!" She moaned, the bald cap slipping off as she clasped the quickly forming goose egg on her forehead with both hands. Certainly one reaction from her costume she wanted to avoid.

"O-oh! Ms., I'm sorry!" He said, kneeling down next to her.

"You're one of those Sailor Scouts, aren't you!" She said immediately, ignoring her injury totally now. "The one the police are always talking about! I know all about you, my mother's a cop you know. I hear about you guys and the nega-whatevers all the time at dinner!"

"This is a police officer's house?" The boy looked panicked. "I gotta go, sorry about you're head!"

"Wait!" Annika got up, but the boy had already taken off. Boy he was fast, but she certainly would have caught him if she hadn't spent all night trick-or-treating. "Damn it..."

[DivineSaturn]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION?

Name: Azusa Reid- her name came from an old Jack Benny joke, "everything from A to Z in the USA"

Nicknames: Zuzu (if you're not her sibling she may hit you for calling her this), Twinkletoes (no matter who you are, she WILL hit you for calling her this)

Age: 16

Birthday: probably September 23rd

Sign: Libra

Blood Type: AB-

Fav. Food: Lowfat strawberry frozen yogurt

Hated Food: Onion Rings

School: Crystal Academy- Azusa went to the scholarship audition as a learning experience, to prepare her for how professional auditions were conducted. She did not expect to win and very nearly refused the scholarship, saying that she should start working rather than go to school. Her mother insisted she accept, and since she has, Azusa's dedication to her art has increased a thousandfold.

Hobbies: None. No, really. Azusa spends all her time at school, working, or helping out at home. Her one passion is ballet, and if you call that a hobby to her face she will hit you.

Gemstone: Rainbow Agate

Virtues:

Hardworking: Simply put, Azusa does not stop working until she considers herself finished. It is difficult to keep her from completing a task once she gets started, and her expectations of herself are generally higher than what others would imagine. She has an excellent record of hard work, and will accept nothing less than the best from herself- or anyone else, for that matter.

Dutiful: As the eldest child, Azusa is expected to set aside her own desires for the sake of the family. 99.9% of the time, she does. When someone Azusa respects asks her to do something, she will comply without complaint. This does not only apply to her mother, or even just to adults, but to anyone who has earned her respect.

Frugal: Azusa does a lot for her family, including most of the shopping. What the rest of the family doesn't know is that she goes to great lengths to pinch pennies. A store on the other side of town has a two-for-one sale on canned corn? Azusa's there. Bakery's got a special on day old bread? Azusa's there with multiple shopping bags. What may seem like a simple task to others is serious business for her, and she researches all local stores looking for the best way to make her budget stretch.

Time-Management: The only way Azusa manages to get things done is by managing her time well and sticking to a strict timeline. Every day she wakes up early and goes to bed late, to get the most out of her day as possible. She carries a datebook with pre-planned agendas, and fights to stick to them. Most of these have built-in cushions for inevitable delays, but in spite of this she always acts like she's in a hurry and tries to save time whenever possible.

Flaws:

Perfectionist: Though it's true that Azusa puts a great deal of time and effort into getting things done, this is one of the results. She is not satisfied with anything other than perfection in herself, and will continue working towards it against the most negative circumstances possible. In the past, she has been known to work through injury, without food or sleep, until she accomplishes what she wants to, at great physical and emotional costs. She expects the same of others as well, and is easily annoyed by people she views as "lazy" or "unmotivated."

Caustic: Perhaps her sharp tongue was sharpened to keep her family in line, or perhaps it was a defense mechanism developed to protect her from wealthy young ladies. Whatever it was, Azusa is blunt and has a tendency to say hurtful things. Sometimes they are the truth, at least in her mind, and she's doing the person a favor by telling them. As often, they're simply harsh words tossed out there in hopes of tripping up her opponent. And when that doesn't work, she's not afraid of turning things into a good old fashioned smackdown, even though she is a pansy.

Solitary: Between her family, her passion, and her position as a scholarship student (read: not one of the upper echelon), Azusa has no time for friends. She views anyone who isn't giving 110% as wasting their time and hers. Even truly dedicated people can be viewed as useless, if their goals don't coincide with her own. As such, she ignores most people, and is content if they do the same to her. The only time she loosens up is when dance is concerned; get her to talk about that, and she opens up easily.

Stubborn: Azusa is never wrong. Or rather, if she is, she'll never admit it. Rather than concede to someone with a good idea, she'll doggedly try to make her idea work somehow, some way. While this can start out of a genuine desire to help, it usually ends with her just trying to prove a point, and not helping anyone.

Physical Description:

Hair: Naturally white and wavy. Azusa has been dyeing her hair with Kool-Aid since a classmate called her an old lady when she was twelve. She rotates flavors depending on what she can find; her current favorite is grape, which makes her hair bright purple. It's a bit longer than shoulder length, with bangs, usually worn in a messy ponytail or bun.

Eyes: Hazel

Face: Heart-shaped, with a somewhat wide forehead that she tries to hide behind bangs. A small mole on her right cheekbone. She keeps her skin, which is a light olive tone, well cared for.

Body: Tall for a ballerina, which worries her. Quite thin, but not quiiiite to the dangerous point. What meat is on her bones is muscle, but that isn't evident from afar.

Fashion: Azusa likes to wear things that are easy to move in, and will always have a leotard and tights or some variation thereof underneath whatever else she's wearing. Most of the time that's a simple t-shirt and leggings. Although she rarely admits it, Azusa does like feminine clothing with lots of lace and frills, and that shows up in her small selection of dressy clothes. She never wears heels, preferring ballet flats or Mary Janes, even when paired with her normal slouchy clothing.

THE STORY ENTRY

Halloween, in Azusa's opinion, was a waste of time. It was fine when kids were still young, but for anyone above the age of ten, all it did was encourage overgrown children to run around in the dark on a sugar high. If she had her way, she would be at home, practicing. Or studying. Or anything else that would be productive. But her charmingly unaware parents, who were still getting used to having teenagers, expected their little ones to go trick-or-treating. Her brother Vijaya had managed to get out of it by working, so it was up to the next oldest to watch the others and make sure no one got kidnapped or poisoned or lit on fire.

Yet, Azusa thought, this year it wasn't too bad. Some of the neighbors gave out apples or plain popcorn instead of candy, so she wasn't completely out of luck. She had dug out her old Swan Lake costume, which still fit, and had gotten a few compliments on it. Her cousin Kiara was a lovely princess, or whatever her Renaissance costume was supposed to be. And her sister Roxanne was, of all things, a Sailor Senshi.

"Seriously, Roxanne? Only you could pull off a wanted criminal. And from the stuff in your closet, no less," Azusa said scathingly, not for the first time. Part of her wanted to smack Roxanne upside the head for even considering such a stupid idea, while another part... another part...

Nope, that part wanted to smack Roxanne too. Azusa sighed. She loved all of her siblings, but for some reason she and Roxanne never really saw eye to eye.

For her part, Roxanne posed and winked at Azusa. "You're just jealous you didn't think of it first, twinkletoes," she sang, and skipped down the street, leaving Azusa fuming. She grabbed Kendra by the sleeve and marched her onwards when she just stood there, puzzled. She couldn't let Roxanne get the better of her, not again, not when she was right-

"Aaaaaaaah!"

A scream jolted Azusa out of her thoughts, and she dragged her other charges down the street. "Are you okay?" Everything looked fine with the younger girls, except they were horrified and pointing to some rubbish on the ground. Azusa stared at it for a moment, before she realized it wasn't garbage. It was a man in a silly costume, and he was unconscious.

Azusa blinked for a moment. The costume looked a bit familiar to her- like some fancy version of a military uniform. It was too ridiculous to be a real army uniform, just like those Senshi were too ridiculous to be school uniforms. Suddenly she smirked. "You're right, Roxanne. Dressing like a criminal is totally in."

"Is this really the time, Zuzu?"

It wasn't. Azusa knew it wasn't, but it felt good to get a comeback in edgewise. Scanning the streets, she saw a pay phone down the block and jogged towards it. "I'll call 911. You guys keep an eye on him." Yet again Azusa grumbled about her lack of a cell phone. If any of her Crystal classmates saw her using a pay phone, they'd never let her live it down. But again, it was not the time for such thoughts. Azusa swallowed her pride and picked up the phone.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Irritated, she glanced down the street. "What is it now? I'm trying..." Azusa trailed off. The creepy man in the weird costume had woken up. And he was holding her baby sister by the throat. Kiara was screaming for help, while standing as far away as she could get. It was up to her.

"Let... go..."

"Not so confident now, are you, senshi?" The man hissed, tightening his grip. His hostage wriggled desperately, mouthing words that were empty without the air he was stealing from her.

"Of my..."

The man was still on his knees, but the lack of height didn't bother him. The girl's screams were annoying at best, and the senshi was pitifully weak. He'd found their weak link at last.

"Sister!" With one last flying leap, Azusa landed behind the man, and did what any girl whose sister was being assaulted would do. She kicked him between the legs. Hard.

The man's face contorted with pain, and he loosened his grip enough for Roxanne to get free. "Let's try this again," Azusa said. "You two go. Run. I'll catch up in a second."

There was a moment of hesitation. Roxanne was going to argue with her, she just knew it. But surprisingly, the girl nodded, grabbed Kiara's hand, and the two of them ran away.

"You deprived me of my prize, girl." The man lurched to his feet. "I'll make you regret that."

Azusa shook her head, trying not to look nervous. She needed to stall for a moment. But the best she could come up with was "you wish, creepface." Lame, by anyone's standards.

The fight, if one could call it that, was brief, ending in a matter of seconds with the man hitting his head on a mailbox and Azusa sprinting away. She was, after all, no match for a terrorist. The police never caught him, her parents were terrified, and Halloween was ruined, but Azusa couldn't help but feel like a winner.

Roxanne: 0, Azusa: 1

[FeralVagabond]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Here's the form. Fill out all sections.

Name: Torin MacDougall

Nicknames: Tory or Tori (pretty much everyone calls him this. Spelling optional.)

Age: 18

Birthday: April 17th

Sign: Aries

Blood Type: AB+

Fav. Food: Mushroom soup…what? It’s awesome.

Hated Food: None really, but he’s not fond of beef and pork.

School: Hillworth.

Hobbies:

Hiking/Camping/Rock Climbing- He’s a very outdoorsy kind of guy that hates to be cooped up inside. If there’s ever a school holiday or long weekend, don’t expect to find him hanging around campus. His favorite retreats are when he can actually make it back home to Ireland, hiking back into the woods that have yet to be tamed and simply ‘ruff it’.

Zoology-If it has to do with animals, he’s there. When he manages to graduate college, he wants to go out into the wilds of the world and make documentaries. His favorite animals to study are the predators, like wolves, big cats, and bears. He’s fascinated by the intelligence it takes to make it in life for them and sometimes uses what he’s learned from reading and personal observations in life. Not literally of course, but the same basic ideas.

Swimming (team)- This one’s cut and paste. He likes to swim. ‘Nuf said.


Gemstone: Ruby.

Virtues:
Athletic -- Guys got some tone to his body, definitely. As well as a nice bit of endurance to back it up. He’s never trained in any specific martial art, though if it ever came to a throw down brawl, he’d be one of the guys to watch out for.
Natures Intuition – By the time a normal person would ‘feel the eyes on the back of their neck’ from being watched, Tory’s already got it figured out who, where, and if it’s a friendly or not. Some people think he’s taken that one with nature thing too far, but it seems to be working to his advantage.
Devils Luck – Where a coin toss for most is a fifty-fifty chance, this guy will get luck nine outta ten times. Next time you’re picking your lottery numbers, it might be a good idea to have him around to help.

Flaws:
Impulsive -- Leap before you look is one of Tory’s main motto’s, and as you may think, it tends to get him [s]into some interesting situations[/s] a** deep in trouble.
Critical – So much so to the point of being rude. If he sees something he thinks is shoddy, he’s going to point it out. Often. Until it’s fixed. Certain things draw his attention more than others though, tending to pay more attention to stray hairs, grammar and accents (which is odd, considering he has a heavy Irish accent of his own), project presentations, peoples rooms/backpacks/notebooks (can’t stand clutter), and food.
Authority Issues – He don’t like takin’ orders. Nope. Defect! Defect! We Fight for FREEDO- oh wait…Wrong movie.

Physical Description:

Hair: Long. Straight. Black with a hint of orange-ish red. Normally kept in a low ponytail or braided.

Eyes: Greeeen oh so very green

Face: Masculine, with a hint of pretty boy. Still definitely male though.

Body: At a whopping 6’3” Tory looks kind of thin, but that just comes with the territory of being so tall.

Fashion: Jeans, T-Shirt, Occasional over-shirt. He wears comfy stuff outside of the school uniform and doesn’t really worry bout matching stuff (cause everything goes with jeans!).

THE STORY ENTRY

Every Halloween he’d been told how he’d make an awesome vampire and every year he’s go as something else, yet as he walked down the street decked out in black and red, he had to admit it.

If I were a girl…I’d totally do me. He smiled to himself, showing off the press on fangs that adorned his teeth. Now, he was by no means a ladies man, but the idea entertained him. Maybe one day he’d find a nice girl that actually live in the area he could make nice with…Then again, he knew after his schooling was up, he’d peobably end up traveling a lot. And that made things a little more complicated.

The night was almost over and as he traversed his way back to the Hillworth dorms he decided to cut through the local park. It was a place he loved at all times of day. It was one of the few places in Destiny City that wasn’t surrounded by buildings.

A rustle in the bushes caught his attention, but before he was able to brush it off as some late night stragglers, he found himself drawing closer.

He’d barely had the chance to push the bush out of the way before a hand shot out an attached itself to his wrist.

“Sweet mother of pearl!” Trying to jump back had him dragging the body with him. A body wearing a…sailor fuku? Aw crap… He reached for his phone, ready to call for help like any sane person. All it would take were three numbers…

*Nine*

The girl started to look up at him, shoulder length silver hair falling away to reveal her face. “Please…”

*One*

“…Help me…?” Torin looked down and stared. Just stared. That wasn’t a girls voice. He was looking at, quite possibly, one of the most beautiful, a term he tended to reserve exclusively for people of the female variety, boys he had ever seen. Bruised and scraped, the fallen senshi looked to be in no condition to travel. Quite honestly, the other boy looked pathetic. And this made him falter.

He must have been staring for some time, because the senshi cleared his throat a little and nodded towards the ‘forgotten’ phone, “Does that mean you’ll help?”

A quiet snap had the phone closed and back in his pocket. A quick glance around assured there was no one else near by to see, but for some reason, he felt like they weren’t entirely alone. With a sign and a nod, Torin knelt down. “Can you stand? What happened to you, cause you look like h*ll.”

The senshi sat up, testing his footing before giving a shaky nod. “There was a battle…and uh, I wasn’t exactly winning.” The senshi looked nervous as they both stood, constantly glancing around and towards the trees. “We should probably get out of here…” He barely came up to Torin’s shoulders. Sometimes it bugged him how tall he was, but then, he figured it’d be worse if he were short. The idea of looking up at people rubbed him the wrong way.

“Oh? Why’s that?” He let the senshi lean on him as he limped towards the parks exit and towards the dorms. They had only gotten a few steps when an icy chill shot down Torin’s spine and he whirled around, taking a yelping scout with him.

“Why? That would be me, o’course, mate.” Standing atop one of the lone lightposts was a Negeverse lieutennant. In her hand looked like what might have been a…flaming boomerang? Torin was baffled.

For all of about three seconds. One of the things he’d always paid attention to was the instinct of fight or flight, and right now, crazy australian chick with a boomerang…that was on fire…did not seem like a reasonable sparring partner.

At least it explained why most of mister miniskirt looked like a roasted marshmallow.

No, it wasn’t a gently move, but desperate times called for really fast thinking as he slung the gimped senshi into a piggy back position. “Don’t. Fall. Off.” Was the only warning given before he began to tear out of the park.

“H-HEY! Where are you going?” The buffed Negababe stammered, leaping after them and chucking her fiery weapon towards them. “Get back here! I’m not done beating you yet!”

Torin stumbled in his run a moment as the boomerang left a charred path in the ground beside him. “Holy Jeeze! What kind of crazies are you guys fighting!?”

The senshi hugged tighter around his neck as he ran. “I’ll tell you later if we get out of here alive.” And with that, the bad dash to the safety of the dorms brought this years all hallows eve to a close.

One thing was for certain. Torin would have one heck of a story to write back to his folks.

[Nothing Yet]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Name: Kinkade Burke

Nicknames: Dangerous territory there.

Age: 17

Birthday: July 13

Sign: Cancer

Blood Type: O+

Fav. Food: Kinkade has a guilty pleasure in the form of mini Cinnabon rolls. He tries not to let anyone know about this, but it is certainly his favorite. A more public favorite is prime rib with au jus.

Hated Food: Little Debbie Snack packs. He has a taste aversion to them all due to an unfortunately timed stomach ailment as a child. He also dislikes celery and peanut butter with raisins, also due to unfortunate timing - this instance, however, involved picnics and flies.

School: Hillworth.

Hobbies:
Reading: Though he lives a rather extravagant life now, Kinkade's beginnings were somewhat rough. He did not have a television set in his home, and spent most of his time reading rented books from the library. He never made the transition towards watching television even when one was available, and would prefer a good book over the latest hot HBO show any day.

Architectural Design: Branching off from his adoration of books, he began to scribble out designs for gothic-styled buildings after seeing a picture book of European gothic architecture. He doesn't anticipate a future in architecture, but does enjoy creating his own perfected cityscapes, where he can mentally spend time when he wants to escape the trashy architecture and loud noises of the real world.

Sailing: It's not a hobby that he entertains often, but Kinkade loves sailing with his family. There is nothing more calming to him than the seemingly endless horizon of blue sky meeting its mirror image in dark blue sea.


Gemstone: Ruby

Virtues: Assertive: Kinkade is spoiled absolutely rotten to the core, and he will get his way. He is sly, persuasive, and will spend as long as it requires to wear someone down, be it for whatever reason.

Obedient: If he considers you a superior or an equal, he won't question a reason when asked for a favor or when told to step down or lay off of something for a while. This also means he has a drive to want to be teacher's pet; while he doesn't see the position from an academic standpoint, he is the best he can be in class out of respect and admiration for his superiors.

Steadfast: A fatal combination with his assertiveness, Kinkade will not budge when he believes something is right (or needs to be done). Any enemy can be conquered and every homework assignment can be completed in his mentality.

Flaws:
Arrogant: Most peers and younger members of society are below him indefinitely, and there are very few exceptions to this rule. He lives a good life and has no qualms in bragging about it, despite how disheartening it may be. Monetary reasons aside, his traditional methods of entertainment (books and architecture) give him the worldview that television and other modern forms of time-wasting are making everyone stupid, and nothing can be said to convince him otherwise.

Envious: If he admires a teacher or other role-model, and someone else gets in his way, he envies them to the point of hatred, especially if he feels they do not deserve it (which is frequently). His envy for 'things' is short lived, since he can usually just go purchase it, but he hates when someone has something he can't have. Especially if it is a personality trait or a particular skill or talent.

Intolerant: Ignorance is rampant, and that is not okay. Kinkade believes wholeheartedly in threating everything in a mature, logical manner. There is no time for child's play. All things in life must be tactically arranged and strategically thought out, and he is wholly not accepting to people who enjoy excessively leisurely living.

Physical Description:

Hair: Ruffled, black with blue undertones.

Eyes: Blue, slightly narrowed in an 'I'm evil and suspect you' sort of way.

Face: Somewhat slim, classical look.

Body: (general ref here) Fit, but not overly built.

Fashion: He likes to look snazzy and fancy - vests, slacks, rarely ever caught in jeans. His school uniform is about as casual as he likes to get.

THE STORY ENTRY Halloween was just like any other night, as far as Kinkade was concerned. Trivial things such as candy (ugh, cavities) and dressing up in ridiculous costumes were so far below him that he tried to ignore the celebrations entirely, opting to stay inside with all of the lights off, lest someone consider his room available for candy handouts. Unfortunately, the universe had picked tonight of all nights for him to run out of his favorite bottled water, meriting an emergency trip to buy some.

He buttoned his expensive pea coat upon realizing just how chilly the late October air was, and walked in the direction of the nearest convenience store that did not look as if it were in the middle of a zombie-apocalypse filth-world.

The plan had been to take the dimly lit shortcut roads that flocks of children surely would not be frequenting. He could avoid the sticky hands and obnoxious screaming-

But apparently not. As the sound of what definitely was a groan became audible again, he stopped in his tracks, gaze turned towards the source. If some little kid was trying to scare him, it was going to end up sporting some very realistic zombie gore. Tentatively, he took a step towards the shadowed ditch that sloped down from the sidewalk, peering disapprovingly into its shallow depths.

Instead of being met by a mischievous lunging child, he found the crumpled body of a girl in a frilly skirt, complete with bows and gloves and…was this a Sailor Scout? One of the terrorists he’d heard so much about? Regardless of whether she was a hooker or a “terrorist”, he was going to milk it. He fished out his cell phone and dialed the tip-line.

“Yes, hello,” he responded to the tired greeting on the other line. “I’ve found one of the terrorists, who appears to be injured. Just off of East 12th street- no I’m not hurt, it’s a girl.” He paused long enough for the look of disgust to hopefully transmit itself through the phone, mood immediately soured. “Right, whatever.” Clearing his throat, he continued on. “This information will surely be helpful, so I assume I can expect a reward?”

He stared at the phone as the backlight lit up to inform him of the dropped call. Laughing at him was extremely unsuitable; the woman could have gone without doing that. He sighed and looked down at the shaking girl once more. Without any monetary reward (or at least a fancy medal and key to the city), she was essentially worthless to him. There were plenty of other people out tonight who might be willing to waste their time on such a miserable thing who had been stupid enough to walk alone. Shrugging, he continued along his way. Not his problem.

[thyPOPE]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

Name: Viviana Naira Flores

Nicknames: Seriously? Whatever you want to call her is fine. She doesn't really care. Her father calls her Anita, though.

Age: Fifteen

Birthday: July 18

Sign: Gemini

Blood Type: AB

Fav. Food: Mangosteen pudding

Hated Food: Coffee – ew, ew, ew!

School: Meadowview. Her father refuses to let her mother pay for Naira's education - besides, Meadowview is a lot more lenient with their uniforms! Though admittedly Crystal's is pretty~

Hobbies: shopping - fashion is her thing! Mainly she does it online, though - her favorite brand is Na+H, which is in Japan and therefore out of her reach normally. She picks up accessories both online and at thrift stores in town, or maybe the flea market. Occasionally she'll deign to go into the mainstream department stores or the mall. When she really has to.

capoeira - when her parents divorced, her father required that she take some sort of course in self-defense as she’d be walking home from school from then on - naturally she'd pick this one, because in her opinion she can look absolutely gorgeous while doing it. She’s grown to love it, and her mother pays for her lessons.

making jewelry - if it's pretty and it's shiny, then she makes it!

Gemstone: Aquamarine

Virtues: cheerful - it's hard not to see her with a s**t-eating grin on her face. It's not an act, either - she's just that happy. She thinks on her victories a lot (read: all the time!), and never lets a failure get her down - you could say she's optimistic. After all, a girl like her has got to be accustomed to success, right?

has her priorities in order - she loves what she does, and she will stick to it until the end or so help her, God! She knows what is important to her and she does everything in that very particular order. Her schedule is arranged accordingly and while she may not excel at things that are a little lower on the list of priorities, she will get them done.

independent – no need to worry, Daddy – Viviana’s got it all under control. She likes to do things on her own and is actually way more efficient when she does so (if only because she’s bad at listening to others). She’s got her own kind of routine and rhythm and she is proud of her self-sufficiency.

good liar – okay, she’s cute, cheerful, and totally materialistic. But that doesn’t mean she’s not dangerous. Viviana is amazing at lying with not just her words, or her facial expressions, but her entire body. She’s neither innocent or gullible, although she’ll pretend she is for as long as she has to in order to get her way. This usually turns out in her benefit, and she likes it that way. She’d be an actress if she were willing to pretend to be anyone other than herself – unfortunately

Flaws: spoiled – yes, she’s always cheerful and optimistic. She can wait a little for a victory, as long as she gets one. However, that usually only applies to herself. Being an only child of divorced parents that are in Viviana’s opinion amazingly easy to guilt trip, she’s used to getting her way. It’s results or bust!

selfish – received an F on a test? Lost big in a bet with your friends? Well, it’s too bad for you – Viviana won’t help unless there’s something in it for her, and she’d better come out of the deal better off than you are. She looks out for herself first, and herself second. No one else even matters to her – naturally, this doesn’t gain her a lot of real friends. But that’s okay. Who needs friends when you’ve got clothes?

judges books by their cover – it’s not something that she should do, but she sticks to stereotypes and first impressions as if they define the entire universe. You’d think Viviana would realize that she’s not the only one that’s good at deceiving others but that is definitely not the case here.

contrary – Viviana is probably one of the most uncooperative people you will ever meet. She loves to contradict people and play the devil’s advocate just for the hell of it – it’s fun, for her! She doesn’t do this outright when faced with an authority figure (after all, a victory can be celebrated even if it’s a private one) but she has no qualms doing it with people around her age. Unfortunately, well, her arguments don’t always make sense.

Physical Description:

Hair: Deep purple and long! She keeps it in a long braid (uhh, it's about butt-length when in the braid~) -w- Usually she also wears a hot pink headband with a giant ribbon on the left side~ She has slightly uneven bangs cut so they brush her eyes, though on the left side of her face they are left chin-length because she thinks it looks pretty. See ref~

Eyes: Deceptively large and bright orange!

Face: Her face is heart-shaped, though with nice, round cheeks (and dimples!).

Body: For someone that most people describe as "cute," she's pretty tall, standing at six feet and two inches. She's quite thin, though - not anorexic, but she has no curves to speak of. Her limbs are slightly toned from practicing capoeira, and often.

Fashion: This is her passion. She loves her fashion, even though no one else possesses quite the same taste. Usually her clothes are something like a hybrid of punk Lolita and boystyle Lolita. This happens for two reasons: one, she hates wearing skirts. They just get in the way, you know? And secondly, she does not like to be swathed in frills, as she imagines a typical Lolita to be. Her clothes are usually dark, with clean silhouettes, and heavy with straps and D-rings. If they’ve got patterns, they’re either plaid or pinstriped.

By contrast, the accessories that Viviana wears are bright, usually neons in the shape of butterflies or flowers or some similarly cute object, and add spots of color everywhere on her outfit. Accessories are one of her passions, and she cannot go out without about two or three pounds of them arranged like a rainbow reproduced on her body. This usually makes for a visually complex look, and one that is completely unique to her. It’s still one that, she can assure you, is absolutely adorable.

THE STORY ENTRY

It's Halloween -- that dark and eldritch time where everybody is convinced that nobody this year has thought up their radical costume of "iPod."

The news from the police is that if you encounter one of these strange "Negaversers" or "sailor senshi", they are to be considered armed and dangerous, and you should contact a policeman as soon as humanly possible to take them into arrest. You've all been warned that these people cause extensive property damage AND are responsible for the intent to injure a number of Destiny City civilians --

-- so when walking around one night, you find a crumpled-up, prone body in a ridiculous outfit that isn't just a bad Halloween costume. They're injured. Is it a Negaverser, or a Sailor Scout? Is this a trap? What do you do?!

It was an accident, completely. Viviana had always thought she had acute senses, but she didn’t, really, or else she would’ve noticed the head full of black, black hair that she nearly tripped over. Well, maybe her helmet visor dulled her sense of vision, and it certainly dulled her sense of hearing (which was a good thing, because the meaningless music blasting from the homemade haunted house across the street was not something you wanted to hear while freeloading candy from complete strangers. Honestly!)

“It’s a bit dangerous to put your Halloween decorations on the sidewalk, even if they’re living. I could’ve tripped over you,” she told the stranger, placing her glove-clad hands onto her hips.

She was rewarded for her lecture with a drawn-out groan, and some unintelligible murmurings. A frown briefly marred the girl’s generally cheerful features, and she stepped around the body to continue down the street. It was only when she looked back (she hadn’t heard him moving out of the way, after all!) when she realized – well.

“Lord Almighty,” she whispered to herself. The blood she’d previously thought was fake had an extremely pungent, decidedly real stench. How had she not noticed it before? And the position the body was in was something that most people couldn’t take on even with years of practice. There had to be something broken there. But the injuries weren’t what had her attention.

The dark-haired male she’d nearly tripped over was wearing an outfit that was decidedly militaristic, dark forest green with clean lines and lovely golden piping. It was littered with straps and buckles and sure, it was a little ripped, but that didn’t change a thing. The coat, after all, was something that could’ve come straight out of her own rather extensive wardrobe. Except Viviana did not possess a coat that looked quite as beautiful as that one. (It had epaulettes! Honestly – no one sold clothing with epaulettes anymore.)

She took a few hesitant steps back toward the man, eyes shining. “Lord Almighty,” she repeated.

“Decided…to be a good…little…Samaritan, now?” the Negaverse lieutenant panted.

Actually, she had only wanted to get a closer look at that beautiful coat, but if he wanted help there was a small chance he’d get it. His fashion sense was worthy, if his manners weren’t. “Well,” she hedged. “Aren’t you supposed to be a terrorist?” She fluttered her eyelashes most prettily, if she did say so herself. With any hope he’d get the hint and give her the coat, and she’d drag him one house over and they’d be done.

The man on the ground looked askew. “Look, I’ll…I’ll give you candy or something!” He gestured awkwardly toward a giant candy cane lying on the ground somewhere near him. Ugh. That was so disgusting. And uncool.

“Just because I’m dressed like a black ranger doesn’t mean I’m a little kid!” Viviana huffed, frowning at him (not that he could see it – but that was okay. She knew, and that was what mattered). She was a very pretty black ranger, though. She’d dressed up the traditional black bodysuit with lots of pretty accessories – and it did look cool. No way in ever did it look childish. “Besides, I can get free candy from any house on this street tonight.”

She pretended to hesitate, scuffing her black boots on the floor. “Maybe if you gave me that coat…”

The man’s eyes widened, but he shook his head with apparently a great amount of effort. Obviously these strange terrorists set their clothes above their lives (it was a philosophy she approved of, but…honestly! How ever was she going to get her hands on that beauty before her?). “Look, I’ll – I don’t know, I’ll buy you even more candy tomorrow.” Hmph. Viviana knew a lie when she saw one.

“It’s the coat or bye-bye, Mister.”

The lieutenant hesitated, and groaned. That was enough of a cue for her.

She lifted her heeled boot into the air and smashed it into his face, then bent down to rip a piece of the coat fabric off before hightailing it down the street (she was so glad she'd had practice running with her accessories!). Who knew if he could call more of them here (although if he could he wouldn’t have bothered asking her)? Besides, this was way more valuable than all the candy in the world. She kept the coat design in her mind’s eye as she ran, already making slight modifications for someone with her body type.

She let out a loose giggle the moment she deemed herself far enough away. This had to be the best Halloween night ever.

[Imbri]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

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Name: Elizabeth Berdoll

Nicknames: Eliza, Lizzy

Age:15

Birthday: Jan. 18th

Sign: Capricorn

Blood Type: O+

Fav. Food: Baked eggs on Toast, ham, and pepper jack cheese

Hated Food: Spinach, chicken, and pepsi

School: Meadowview

Hobbies: Playing piano - She's never been overly fond of it, and as such, her skills are a bit lacking (she certainly won't be winning any contests anytime soon!), but she still takes lessons and often when she's stressed or distraught, she'll sit and play at the piano, to calm down.
Dancing - Her favorite form of dancing is swing. She loves waltzing as well, but mostly she's fascinated with dances of old. She likes learning step and group dances from the Renaissance periods, and on through the ages.
Travel - Lizzy has only been to a few places in her life, but every single time she felt so thrilled and alive. One trip was to visit the capital, with her class, and not being with her family when she went made her feel very free, and she wants to do it over and over. She's started collecting maps and postcards of places to visit, which she keeps pinned above her desk in her bedroom.

Gemstone: Garnet

Virtues:
Practical - Lizzy knows that there are things that can and cannot happen. She knows that if she wants good grades, the most obvious course of action is to study. She's very level-headed, and in most situations will try to find the simplest and most direct solution to a problem.
Courageous - While she's never had a reason to go face down a lion or slay a dragon, she's rather unflinching for things that a lot of girls would be scared of, like spiders and snakes. She also tends to defend weaker things, as well as stand up for herself.
Friendly - 'Hi, how are you?? My name's Lizzy!" isn't quite her style, cautiously approaching and a sweet introduction is how she operates. Although she doesn't try to meet everyone in a room, she does butterfly around, talking to anyone that crosses her path.

Flaws:
Vain - Lizzy isn't vain of her looks, but more of herself in general. She has a tendency to think that, while she's not perfect, that she's the type of person that people would like to be around or even be.
Biased - She is quick to pre-form judgments in her head, based on the looks, the vague actions or brief interactions with an individual and she acts on these biases. If she thinks that you look shifty, she'll treat you as such, if she thinks you look like someone who would make a good friend, she'll go out of her way to get to know you.
Cynical - She can't help but see the bad in the world, and take a jaded view on it. She doesn't always focus on the bad, but she does often make dry, humored observations of the negative.

Physical Description:

Hair: Chocolate brown, most of it pulled into a high bun, some ringlet bangs on either side of her face.

Eyes: Hazel, narrow in shape and set just a touch too close together.

Face: Oval, with a little point to her chin, a high forehead and a natural slight red to her cheeks.

Body: Slightly overweight, she has slight curves, but it's a little hard to tell, because her body doesn't hourglass in at her waist.

Fashion: Dark wash Capri jeans, maroon tank top that has a sweetheart cut, buttons down the middle and frills around the neckline and a purple cropped long sleeve sweater with black converse high top sneakers.

THE STORY ENTRY
Eliza tugged at her braid that was hanging down from her shoulder. She couldn't believe she had just finished Trick-or-Treating; she was far too old for such a sport! But her friends had convinced her to go out with them, and she had made a pretty good haul of candy.

The brunette had gone dressed as her favorite romantic heroine, Juliet, but mostly everyone had thought she was a princess.

None of that mattered now, as her thumb hovered over the 1 of her phone, having already dialed 9 and the first 1. After separating from her group she had spent her time leisurely walking home, down Main Street, opening and eating her candy (picking through to find the most chocolaty ones), until almost stumbling over a body that lay crumpled on the ground. She had tensed, but hadn't screamed, and looked down at what her foot had hit.

When it was obvious that the costume (for what else could she call it?) was far too nice to be just a Halloween get-up, she had bent over to get a closer look, flashing the light of her phone on the face of the ...boy?

It was hard to tell that it was a boy, but the lack of hips and chest, she felt she just had to assume the person was male. His outfit was so...girly, though. Maybe he was a cross-dresser? Lizzy didn't know, and she wasn't sure what kind of a person he could be. Her mind quickly lept
to the news reports she had been hearing recently, about these people called 'Senshis'. Her eyes had widened when she concluded that he must be one of them.

"Dude, are you gonna finish dialing or what?" a voice from below her asked. This time, Lizzy jumped.

"What the hell?" she cried. It occurred to her that after she had dialed the first 2 numbers, she had stopped, trying to figure out if they really were as bad as they said and if she should turn this (possibly confused) boy in. If he wasn't one of these 'senshis', she'd feel bad for calling the cops.

The blond boy sat up, looking as though he were in pain, clutching his stomach. "Well, I just need to know if I'm going to have to start running now, or if I still have some time to come to the rest of the way. I appreciate that, by the way. I mean, if you had dialed sooner, I'd only just now be waking up, and they might already be here."

Lizzy's eyebrows furrowed. "So you did something wrong." The blond shook his head.

"No, but the government seems to think so."

"You cause property damage." It wasn't a question.

"I try not to. That's mostly the...the badguys." He had clawed up to his feet.

"But it's my 'civic duty' to call," she said, rolling her eyes a bit.

"Call then," he said. "Just hope I can make it out of her before then.

The girl bit her lip, conflicted about what to do. She had always tried to obey the rules...but he didn't SEEM bad. Her thumb hit the last 1, and on the other end, it rung and someone picked up.

"Hi, um...I think one of those senshi guys are passed out here on the street." She eyed the blond boy. "I'm...I'm on Fifth Avenue," she said after a moment, meeting his blue-eyed gaze. "Yeah, Fifth." She hung up and shrugged. "Just don't wreck my house!" she called at his retreating back.

[bunnyilove]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? SCHOOLKID COMP!

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Name:Marissa Linger

Nicknames: Marshmallow (Hahaha a friend came up up with this because it start with the same three letters as her's) or MarMar (her mother calls her that and she thinks it the cutest thing ever!)

Age:18 (But she act likes she 5)

Birthday:July 28

Sign:Leo

Blood Type:A+

Fav. Food:Apples and Pears- Marissa loves fruit. She loves any kind of fruit and eats a lest two different or same kind of fruit everyday. Her favorite kinds of fruit are apples and pears. She love the little church she feels and hears and how if you eat them right the juice runs down her chin. It makes her giggle every time she eats them.

Hated Food:Any type of nuts- Marissa hates the taste of nuts. She not really sure but she thing it's because they are load with slat and Marissa hates food with too much slat and since nuts really don't taste well with nuts she doesn't care for them very much.

School: Crystal Academy

Hobbies:
Blowing Bubbles: I know that this doesn't sound like a hobby, but Marissa spend hours blowing bubbles and trying to catch them. She comes home from school and open a new bottle everyday and sit and blow the bubbles and runs around trying to catch them.

Tennis: Marissa loves to play tennis. She goes everyday she can and she is pretty go at it to. She has practice on Monday after school and always can't wait until the next Monday. She does a lot of tournament and has actually won, one or two of them.

Skipping school: Could this be a hobby? For Marissa, yes. She hate school and wishes that she could be home schooled but her Mother and Father are almost always at there jobs and they do not trust nanny to teach her. Even though she might just go to school 1 out the 5 days she get great grades. She never falls behind for some reason. The day she do go to school it mostly to turn in homework or her parents found out that she hasn't been going. She much rather be outside tending to her little bother or playing with her dog or blowing bubbles. She is grateful this is her last year and most likely will not be attending college. ((She going to live off of Mommy and daddy's money lD))

Gemstone: Ruby

Virtues:

Quick on her feet: Marissa is very quick on her feet. She can think of things in speedy time. If she is in a hard time she can think up something so fast to get her out of trouble. When her mother and father ask her why she miss so much school she can think up off a idea in just mere seconds. She tends to get out of a lot of trouble because she can think up things so fast.

Bubbly: Marissa is very bubbly. She brings joy with her. She is almost always happy and it seem that things can't bring her down. She giggles and laughs at everything. While there is time where she is not in a good mood she seem to cheer up in just mere hours. All she need is to go home and blow some bubbles and she is back to her bubbly self. There is one thing that will keep her away from her bubbly mood, when people tease her little bother. When this does happen she is seen as a person that will claw your face off. After this happen, she need a lot of down time and is often out hours walking and blowing bubbles to clam down.

Generous: Marissa is so generous. She will go out her way to help anyone that need something. He your missing a pencil she would be gladly to help. If you lost your money she would give you some. The bad thing is if you ask she give without any question and would never ask to be repaid back. She will keep giving and giving and giving and will never ask you to have it back or to repaid you. She also give to the needy a lot. If she see a bum she will had out money to him and keep walk with a smile.
Flaws:

Protective: Many people would say that this is a virtue, but for Marissa it's her downfall. Marissa is so protective. Once she find something that she loves and cherish she becomes protective and almost obsess with it. She can be seen loving it to much where no one else can even look at it without her snapping at them. It might be just a death glare and then she go back to her bubbly self, but once she know that you are looking at the thing or person she is now and forever keeping a eye out for you. She is know for loving something to death, ready to pounce at anything that will take her thin or person she is protective of.

Loud: Marissa is very loud. When she tries to be quite it comes out loud too. She can't whisper because if she do it would be like screaming in someone ear. She is often told that she is loud and tries to control it but it doesn't work because she does not notice that she is loud. It hard for her to talk soft and her soft is often people normal talking voice. The reason while Marissa is very loud is that she a has a little bother that is death. He can just very little. Just really were can only read lips. So Marissa try to be loud for he can hear her.

Shopaholic: Marissa is a shopaholic. When she goes out to buy clothes she will come out with not only bag but four or five bags full of clothes. When she see something she like she just have to go into the store in buy it. Luckily for her, her parents are wealthy because if they where not they would be broke.

Physical Description:

Hair:She has long deep rosy pink hair that comes to elbows. She also have light pink streaks in her hair. She had two loose ponytails in the front of her face. That are hold together by two pink ponytail holders. and a brown hair cilp to hold back her bangs. Look like this 201

Eyes:Big sparkly round ocean blue eyes!

Face:Her expression is a shy one. Her smile is small but sweet. She has a round childish face. With a lot of freckles across her nose and cheeks.

Body:She slim and short.She is only 4'11". She is flat chested and she is somewhat chubby around the hips.

Fashion:Marissa is a girly girl who is always wearing fake jewelery. Like beaded bracelets and necklaces and other jewelery like that. She like to wear baby tees that have cute like comic animals on them. She wear jean or skirts too but most of all she love to wear dresses and all the time. Most of the time you Marissa in a dress rather the jeans in a skirt even when she out on her daily walks!She has a lot of pink color clothes too. Anything that is cute, she loves!

If you want to know some more about her look here! :3
THE STORY ENTRY

Marissa had been looking forward to this day all week. She was dress up as a giant bubble and couldn't wait to show it off. She didn't go to school today because she had made up a excuse that she was dressing up her brother, Toby and her dog, Cinnamon roll and they had to fit the outfit perfectly or it wouldn't look right when they went trick or treating. Marissa was the bubble while her brother was the bubble cup and her dog was they bubble wand. She thought it was a prefect idea and her mother love it.

She was in her bathroom getting her custom on. Her mother came up to her room were she was putting on her custom. “Tada!” she yell as she jump out her bathroom door to show her mother. He mother laugh and told her that the custom was too cute. Marissa giggle and said to her mother that she was going to go out on her afternoon walk before she had to take the two out trick or treating.

Marissa left out her house and started to walk down the street with her i-pod plug in and bubble wan in her hand. She was sinning along and blowing bubble for so long that he began to grow dark. She deice to walk back home because it was almost time to go trick or treating. She deiced to take a short cut home and went down a poorly light street. She walk along until she saw something strange. It was a young man who was cover in blood. He was still in his Halloween custom too. She knew that something had to be up and to decide to take it slow. She knew that two thing that this could be. One a man was just rape and kill or this was a very sick Halloween joke.

She laugh and said “Ok guys you got me, now come out and take this fake body away” She waited a few minutes to get an answer and didn't get one.

She went over to the body and move very close to it and hear that the guy was still breathing. “Omg! Omg! I think he still might be alive!” she said with a panic. She threw her bubble solution on his face to wake him up. Just in case that he would be in rage she was holding the pepper scare that was in her custom that she always brought with her on her walking trips.

The guy woke up and stood up and yell “You ******** b***h! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you nuts?” In was in range and look like he was about to charge her. Marissa with thinking took out her pepper spray and spray him in the eyes.

The Negaverse solider yell out again in pain and rage. “What did you do that for! I can deal with! I just got beat up and now a human attacking me while I hurt! ******** it! I leaving I'll deal with this later. And you little girl wait until I see you again! Your done for.” He said as he ran away at lighting speed.

Marissa was utter confused at what just happen and ran home as fast as she could. This was the weirdest Halloween I ever had she thought as she ran home.

[rosemilk]

And the student flatsale is closed -- thank you all! Feel free to enter Magellan's until Friday!

[Merurulince]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? MAGELLAN COMP!

It was a trap, or at least that was what the cat suggested.

"You don't know if there's actually a hostage, Aprilis," Xochiquetzal told Magellan, "And if there is, what's to say it's not a dummy? That bomb goes off, and boom, baby, boom- you'll be Kentucky Fried Senshi."

"But it's Captain Spinel," Aprilis, Sailor Magellan pointed out, "A Captain, Xochi. This is my chance to take him out once and for all, and what's to say the hostage isn't real?"

It was a Shroedinger's cat situation, that much was for sure; was the cat in the box alive or dead? Magellan didn't want to take any chances, and she had to stop Captain Spinel, as well.

"At least let someone come with you," Sailor Iapetus, Magellan's partner, said, "this is too dangerous for one senshi."

Certainly, both the cat and Iapetus were speaking reasonably, but Magellan had made up her mind. There was a Negaverse Captain in that building, and a hostage that needed rescuing. If she had to put her life on the line to do so, then so be it.

“I’m sorry, both of you,” Magellan apologized, “But I can’t let him get away.”

There was a long bout of silence between the three, or perhaps it only seemed long, for soon enough, Sailor Magellan, the Senshi of Powder, was off.

She wasn’t sure how long it took to reach the building, or if Spinel was even still there, but Magellan wasn’t taking chances. “Magellan Powder Cloud!” the Senshi shouted, as clouds of powder began to form. Rushing in, Magellan’s first priority was the hostage; surely, if she could just get rid of the bomb fast enough…

Except it didn’t look like she could defuse this in a timely manner.

“Well, well, well…look who’s come to greet me,” the voice of the Negaverse captain broke her from her thoughts, “Such a surprise to see you on your own, Sailor Magellan. Have your friends all left you?”

Magellan turned around, facing the negabaddie. “My friends have faith in me,” she retorted, “and in the name of Magellan, it’s time for you to get dusted! Magellan Powder Cloud!”

The attack came again, with more force than before. When the powder cleared, Spinel was nowhere to be found- apparently he had decided to turn tail and flee rather than wait around to continue the fight. Magellan could have cursed, really, something unlike her usually, but first thing first, a hostage needed rescuing. She didn’t see a timer on the bomb; it was probably to be remotely detonated with a switch, long after the Negaverse captain had had time to exit to safety, of course, so she would have to work fast. Even if she couldn’t defuse the bomb…removing was probably the closest she could get.

Thanking her lucky stars that the building they were in was under renovations and currently unoccupied save for herself and the hostage, Magellan went to work, going as quick as she could to free the hostage from the bomb- there was no telling when Spinel would set it off, and she didn’t want to be caught in the blast. Finally, the bomb was removed, and the hostage freed.

Now it was time to get to safety.

Barely making it out in time, and in one piece, Magellan kept going until they were far from the blast site, setting the freed hostage down on the grass. This battle was far from over, but at least for today, Sailor Magellan could say she saved a life.

[Paradise In Perfection]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? MAGELLAN COMP!

Sailor Magellan dived out of the way of yet another attack of the Negaverse Captain, spinning her body in the air before perfectly landing on her feet once more. She panted holding up her guard, sweet pouring down her delicate face. This battle had been raging forever and both her and her sworn enemy seemed to be growing weaker with each passing moment, she could not net this end as a stale mate yet again! this was the closest she had ever some to being victorious. She gritted her teeth and charged towards him. Her boot flying skywards to try and preform a swift kick to the head. The Captains hand came towards her and wrapped itself around her ankle, with a smirk he threw her fragile body across the ground before she came to crashing hold against a wall. As she struggled to her feet once gain she held her ribs, this was it this needed to end it now! She coughed starting at him with a look that was no less than pure hatred. Coughing up a slight amount of blood she clenched her fist tight. She would do anything to kill him anything. After the amount of pain he had caused her, the number of people he had harmed and the many lives he had destroyed. He deserved to pay. She was going to end it with her secrete weapon, she had enough power for one final attack she would give it all, in one blast wipe this cockroach from the face of the Earth!

She held her hand in the air, little small sparkling speckles of powder starting to revolve around her hand. A determined look in her eye she began her attack. "Powder running through my veins, I call on yo-" she stopped her eyes widening in shock. The Captain had a hostage, holding a young girl close to his body, he seemed satisfied. After all Scouts where meant to protect these people and he was confident that one would never do anything to harm a human. Sailor Magellan growled. This was not right! what was she going to do. Her mind battled itself in a moment that seemed to last forever. The moment when she made a choice which would change her life forever. This Captain has caused so much pain... so much death. She knew in order to save the many she would have to sacrifice the life of one. She closed her eyes ever muscle in her body tightening as if to stop her. However she was determined today he breathed his last!

"Powder running through my veins, I call on you once more to defend this world what I hold dear. I shall remove this stain from this precious planet. Now. Powder Storm! Rain from the sky!" She called her voice seeming to echo through the battle field, the powder around her hand seemed to spin more and more until she spun and launched it in the Captains direction. His once confident face now turning to one of pure horror as the wind storm hit him and his hostage. A loud and skin crawling screen could be heard as ever small little speck of sparkling powder went though his body crating many small holes. The fate that the hostage also suffered. Sailor Magellan opened her eyes once more. A wave of joy coming over her. It was finally over. After so long the taste of victory was hers! she felt invincible. However this god like feeling she had soon came tumbling down straight to the depths of hell.

Then her eyes caught sight of the bodies. It made her feel sick, she went cold. What had she done? in her quest to rid the world of evil she had become a monster, she had murdered the one thing she swore to protect, the innocent people of this world. She could not seem to move her eyes where set dead on the lifeless beings. "No..." she whispered her lip quivering, a silent a pure tear running down her face, the girls last screen ran through her head, she knew from that she died in agony, she was no longer human, was this what being Senshi did to you? if so she never wanted to be one ever again, how could she live with a innocents blood on her hands, how could she sleep when this girl would haunt ever one of her dreams for the rest of her life? She started to shake and then she heard a noise. Someone was coming, in fear of being caught she jumped upwards into the rooftops vanishing into the night. The world was safe once again... but at a cost too high to ever repay. She would return to protect this city however from this day on she lived by a rule. "Sacrificing one for the good of the many is false, for even sacrificing one is a price which is too high to pay" This was the day that changed her life forever.

[catmagick]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? MAGELLAN COMP!

Every life is a precious treasure to protect and nurture, run through Magellan’s mind as she stood in the middle of an abandoned warehouse.

She cursed silently to herself; she hadn’t seen the nagacreep grab the kid. He was young, far too young, no more then eight, if even that. Could she really stand by and let the kid die, all so she could finally remove the thorn in the form of a negaverse captain from her side. She was at a crossroads, a choice had to be made but could she make it. One life for what could be the lives of many.

What if Captain Creep left here and met with one of the other senshi. If he was going to be stopped anyway she’d have let the kid die for nothing but on the other hand if no other senshi were around wasn’t it her duty to stop him here. Possibilities and what-ifs run rampant through her mind.

She stared at the kid and he stared back. Large bright blue eyes pleaded with her to save him. She tore her eyes from his and glared at the smirking captain. a**, she thought enraged by his callus disregard for a child’s life. It was always the worst when there targets where children.

The tick, tick of the bomb counting down was loud in the warehouse. Time was running out, Magellan had to make a decision and soon, before both were taken out of her hands. After closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she darted over to the boy and started to try to defuse the bomb. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the captain slip out of the warehouse and prayed one of the other senshi was near.

Just who designed this bomb? she asked herself annoyed by the puzzle like bomb she was struggling with. She let out a soft shout of triumph as she managed to defuse it with seconds to spare. It was a good thing she liked puzzles or she never would have made it in time.

Gathering up the kid she made her way out of the warehouse glade that at least this time there had been no property damage for the police to complain about. Now all she had to do was find a safe place she could drop of the boy, then go home. After all this she needed a bath, badly.

[Thief Tier]

Hey, I have two entries that I wrote. Can I enter both, because I can't decide?

[Hopefolly]

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON! WRITING COMPETITION? MAGELLAN COMP!

The shortage of alliances uniting her fellow Senshi was distressing to Sailor Magellan. Sure, she'd see a duo running alongside one another every now and then, and once (just once), she'd even sighted three together at a time. But permanent teams? Groups? Squads? If there were any, none were known to her. Maybe calling her distressed wasn't the perfect word. Scared was more fitting, when she thought about it.

Not that she should have been thinking about it as she crept around the outside of the shabby building. Now was a time to show no fear. She was trying, but it was hard to stay brave facing down dangers of life-threatening levels this young. Her poker face was weak at best; she'd never been good at cards.

Was she a more heroic individual, she'd have declared something obvious aloud, as if someone was there to listen. That was what heroes in movies did, anyway. She wasn't such a person, and her long-time enemy was not much of a chatterbox himself. Not so far, and their twisted rivalry had gone on since the very day she'd awakened.

No. No, that was wrong. It wasn't a rivalry; he was bullying her for fun. However many Senshi there were, deep down she couldn't help but label herself the most lowly among them. As if she could rival someone like this.

One deep breath, one prayer and three strides forward later, she entered the warehouse and struck a defensive pose. What she saw first needed no fending off; it needed fending for.

"Oh my God!" Purely out of instinct, she gasped in horror at the sight. Tied to the chair, blindfolded and silenced, was a boy no older than the Senshi herself. His face gave away no obvious signs of familiarity, and she doubted she'd fail to recognize someone of important stature. It wasn't a ransom situation, she quickly noted, as her eyes jerked to the bomb. But where was...

"You've finally arrived. With less than a moment to spare. Being fashionably late will be the death of you."

So much for that unspoken No Bad Dialogue rule, Sailor Magellan mentally grumbled. The situation needed no introduction, even if he felt he did. The man made for the door, and she already knew what her choices were. What she didn't know was what to do about them. She cried out to the Heavens for guidance and was provided nothing. Ignoring her, were they?

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. The apology gave her no comfort, but she had to be brave. She had to be a real Senshi this time. (But what did that even mean? "Real" Senshi?) "Stop!"

Tonight, two people were going to die by her hands.

Sailor Magellan rounded the officer and cried out, "Blinding Powder Storm!" A wave of white dust descended upon him, blinding her opponent just long enough. He'd already broken the rules. It was her turn now. "If this one is going to die, then you're going down with him, you b*****d!"

All it took was one good kick and he fell. Gambling was never something the Senshi prided herself in, yet as she delivered the blow, the victory of the situation was dependent on luck. He would have to stay down just long enough, and she would have to run just fast enough. Just a little more--

The explosion behind her sent her flying forward, but she was alive. He was dead. She had won.

Sailor Magellan fell to her knees and sobbed in a way a real winner would not. Perhaps in time she would gain the real composure of a hero, but for now she would mourn like the most pathetic of creatures. Before his demise that captain had killed six people. Had she not done this, it would have been more, she reasoned. The only way to win was to fail. There was no way she could stop him by herself under normal circumstances.

And, it seemed, there was no way she could stop him under abnormal ones either.

"Very nice shot," a voice in the distance called. "But you really are the most the ridiculous Senshi."

All she could do was agree and hope soon she would have a leader.